Beautifully broken souls,
beating hearts of the night.
Spirits begin to rise and fall,
the Souls burn blue so bright.
Within the midnight calm,
Forgetting in moonlight quiet.
We cherish the moonlit night,
wishing for love and kindness.
Tag: poetry
The Last Vine
Your heartstrings knot
for what is left and gone.
In nature, you find peace,
yet the places disappear.
Your helpless hands write
a note to the ones so dear.
With only a bird to love you,
you ponder the tired clouds.
Your pen, who will we become
when the last vine dies?
A Feeling
Wishing for something more
willing this feeling to depart
Even the moon laughs soft
every star seems so light
Wishful thinking takes hold
warping time’s despair
Soft Day
The amber sun shines
over the still calm water
A perfect soft day
Coffee Mushrooms
A mushroom begins life,
and many more soon fuel my optimistic mind;
all I need is a friend to help.
Preparing for my shady friend so we can laugh,
yet wondering if all will be well;
Mr J. arrives with a smile and passion fruit cake.
A turn for the worst when he lights up a cap,
then runs towards the hills hoist;
I didn’t know he was so well-versed in ballet.
Smoke from the backyard carries,
then sounds from the neighbours cause alarm;
they must be magic mushrooms.
A fit of anxiety, or is it the smoke?
Such beautiful ballet from with Mr J’s smoke;
I decide to boil the kettle.
Roses
Roses of messy curly hair bloom like you
as they move and flop in the wind in full bloom.
Pink roses remind me of you at home with me alone
with messy hair so wild and curly,
rust stained skin,
and blooming rosy pink cheeks;
moving through life in such a beautiful way.
Love Contracts
We love in a world
of offer and acceptance
Creating contracts
Our misguided intentions
lack of consideration
You
Love yourself like the
flowers love the sun;
Feel the rays of light
upon your soft skin.
Blossoms
Blossoms colour the landscape,
walking along to the sound of rain.
Blossoms move and drip slowly,
lost in the reverie of petal colour.
Blossoms blush colourful shades
as the raindrops
playfully touch
soft petals.
By Yourself
Not everyone will understand your heart;
this will be your lesson and later a strength.
Don’t lose your heart to the goldfish mob.
Take your heart and guard it against the dark
as you embrace light through natural life.
Be yourself always, one day at a time.
C & K 